[Verse: The Game]
Uh, step up in the club in my best two-piece
I don't need no piece, capisce? I got at least
Couple goons with me and P-O-L-O Da Don
Name speaks for itself, type of shit we on
We on that Dom Pérignon, we on that Ace
Whole club full off dimes, so unscrew up your face
And get off that, that, that, cause we off that
Key the same shape as the car, tell 'em to toss that
Maserati 22's paint job gloss black
Hit a pothole, just imagin' we riding horseback
On the coast, Patrick Swayze
Baby we getting dosed, can I tap that maybe?
We can pull up and hop out and walk in and roll up
Now hold up, say my name before I pull out
Game, it'll never be the same
Unless I'm fucking with Lloyd and he got his own, lane
Uh, bring me some more champagne
We sipping on Ace, I ain't talking card games
I'm talking black cards and swagger is a art
Let me see if you still holdin' when I play this King of Hearts